Dreams

(Dream is cream whipped
as colored icing on sleep.)


they ingress

silently from nowhere –
my calm slumber fractured
as their flowing rhythm undulates
beyond the ripples of my breathing.

they play like (yet, unlike) a movie
boundless and dimension-devoid
streaming neither in space nor time

but in an etherless realm
with no tomorrows
and no yesterdays:
an unknown kingdom nowhere
i can perceive only in my sleep.

and when I awake –
quietly as they came

they egress.


- between
ingress and egress
is illness.

(c) Chito L. Aguilar